Head Gears

Determined to fly with the birds To swim with the fish Daydreams sketched upon stars Visionaries are we Magniloquent in sharing our ingenuity  Tools in our hands Gears spinning in our heads We turn our dreams into reality And explore the unreachable  W3 Prompt #168: Wea’ve Written Weekly. I don’t think is what Ben (poet ofContinue reading “Head Gears”

Denim

Colors masked In denim blue jeans Casual Travel wear Attempting to play it cool Flamboyance tempered Fuchsia stains On favorite jeans Reminders Of good times Joyfully wild and carefree Denim stories shared TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 21, hosted by Melissa. Melissa challenges us to write a shadorma series based on one of Alma Thomas’ paintings.Continue reading “Denim”

Seed of Promise

They shrink under the ruthless sun Seeds of hope scattered on dry ground Each dismally shriveled… but one Single seed of promise unbound Sprouts roots of depthness so profound  Intelligence beyond comprehension? Unfurling in directions that confound Conveying its own intention W3 Prompt #166: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Val, prompts us to writeContinue reading “Seed of Promise”

Ticking Bomb

Until reality smacks our face Denial is our best defense Creating lame excuses All witnesses we are We watch them tick down The bombs we built Do explode So quick Boom Boom So quick Do explodeThe bombs we built We watch them tick down All witnesses we are Creating lame excuses Denial is our best defenseContinue reading “Ticking Bomb”

Standout

Why you? So many shells washed upon the shore Ignored, stepped upon, shattered You… scattered among them Whole, unscathed, beautiful You blend in with the crowd Just another shell… not There is something about you Nobody’s rules seem to apply You just are And we… bask in your shadow W3 Prompt #165: Wea’ve Written Weekly poetContinue reading “Standout”

A Choka: Fig Harvest

Ripened finally Time for harvesting is now All at once it comes Way too much of a good thing Creativity Is required in the kitchen A love-hate relationship  Abundance of figs Hang heavily on the tree A curse and reward Consumed fresh, dried, stewed and baked Perhaps I should learn to can Colleen’s TankaTuesday PoetryContinue reading “A Choka: Fig Harvest”